The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Bojo shoved the thug aside and snorted. "Ain't no way that happened. The way I see it, it's you brats who can't even carry out simple orders!"

Then, turning to his men, he barked, "Go! Beat up that man to a pulp, but stay away from that woman."

Bojo was clearly knowledgeable enough to recognize that Whitney was the village chief.

Bees were small but they could sting-if Bojo really dared to hurt her, no one would be there for him.

Nonetheless, Frank strode in front of Whitney, shielding her while meeting Bojo's glare fearlessly. "So, you're the boss of these dicks? And who's your boss?"

"Impressive, kid." Bojo snorted. "You're the first man I met who isn't scared despite being outnumbered. Well, if you want to know who my boss is... you might find out if you could reach me alive." With that, he waved his hand, and his goons all charged at Frank.

Frank did not dodge, and his movement was nonchalant as he arrived in front of Bojo in the blink of an eye, the shockwave from his movement making a mess of Bojo's hairs.

you tell

Thud!

as Frank finished, all the goons behind him collapsed on

actually terrified just

thugs were not kidding this man

by the neck just then, lifting him

Bojo cried. "Stop! You're still young... If you commit murder, you'll be in prison for the

dryly. "Well, don't worry I won't stoop to killing

one time... I had no choice! And I'd

aren't you just a debt collector? Whoever they were, I don't think they'd get themselves complicit in murder

that he could not trick Frank, Bojo instead said, "Dobring trust me, bro? If you

strode up to them. "Who knows what trap he's set